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November memories

written by: Bridie Murphy


A child peers through the curtains with eyes open wide
The order was given that she must stay inside
Rain drizzles down and the sky’s a dull grey
Reflecting the tone of a very dark day
She counts as the cars pass, one, two, three and four
A pause….then another, then five or six more
Then they stop. And it’s over. And she turns with a shudder
After watching the funeral of her beautiful mother.

Bridie Murphy

Bridie Murphy

JULY 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I am a retired teacher and photographer also. Having grown up a country girl I love spending time outdoors with my grandchildren, taking them to scenic places and sharing our beautiful natural surroundings with them. Nature and experiences shared with them inspire me to write.
Bridie Murphy

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